CHASTAIN, Frances W.

Frances Wooden Chastain, age 102, of Fort Oglethorpe went home to be with the Lord on Tuesday, January 18, 2022.

She was born to the late W.L. and Daisy Hays Wooden in Walker Co., was a graduate of LaFayette High School, class of 1937, before working for Cabin Craft, Inc. in Dalton.

Frances has lived in the Fort Oglethorpe area since 1956 and was a member of First Baptist Church of Lakeview & was part of the T.E.L. Sunday School Class.

She was preceded in death by her husband, Drennon Arthur Chastain, sisters, Carrie Wooden, Bonnie Wooden, Hazel W. Graham and Kathleen W. Smith; brothers, Lester, Charles, Harold, and Fred Wooden and an infant brother.

Frances is survived by her loving son, Bert (Linda) Chastain; grandsons, Brian Chastain (Cindy Delgadillo) and Brad (Kasie) Chastain; great grandchildren, Olivia and Caroline; foster brother, Chester (Patsy) Hayes and several nieces and nephews.

The funeral service will be held at 2:00 pm Tuesday, January 25, 2022 in the First Baptist Church of Lakeview, with Pastor Patrick Cooper will follow in Rock Spring Cemetery.

The family will receive friends from 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm on Monday at the funeral home and the body will lie in state from 1:00 pm until the service at the church on Tuesday.

The family would like to thank Hospice of

SMILE BECAUSE HE LIVED

You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he lived. You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him, or you can be full of the love that you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember him and only that he is gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn back, or you can do what he would want: Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

— Author Unknown

“There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.” — George Sand